The Waiting Game
We wait to be born, so we can be here
We wait to grow up, but we grow up in fear
We wait for the time when we can leave school
When we can be adults, and make our own rules
Then we wait, and we wait, to be rescued - by whom?
By the 'one', who will save us from boredom and doom
We wait for the love, the love of our life
Only to learn that love's full of strife!
We wait for the next time, next time it will be
Someone who will love me, for just being me
So we wait for the good, and we get through the bad
We tell ourselves next time, it wont be so sad
Then one day we wake, wake up from our dreams
We begin to see clearly life's not what it seems
If we wait and we wait for things to improve
We are waiting in vain, for nothing will move
For none are so blind that cannot see
The truth will not wait, it will set you free
Free from waiting for the right time to come
Is right here, right now, it's already begun.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
written in February 2010 is one of my most recent. Sometimes feeling like I am sitting on the train station for a train that never comes, but knowing also that the time is right here, right now.
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